Fidgeting like a cornered animal, Gray hasn’t been comfortable on her own skin for a long time now. This situation have been exacerbated thanks to the current predicament: a gala! She had been to one before, and thankfully was allowed to wear her usual attire, however there was no escape this time. A very light pastel blue dress exposing her bare shoulder and back, a semi-sweetheart neckline showcasing her figure and the long skirt made her look more mature. The one thing bothering her was, of course, the lack of means to conceal her face.
A familiar figure picked her interest, a comforting presence: her fellow student under their beloved teacher.
❝ Ah! Mister Alexander! ❞ hurried steps clicked the ground, slightly lifting the rim of her skirt from the ground. Her fair skin making her flustered expression even more visible. ❝ I-I’m glad to see you. ❞